When the storm took the script

"Working? What are you doing?"

Sheng Junqian turned his head in doubt and blinked. He sat astride Zhao Duan, half-covered by the black silk nightgown, the sleeves were piled up in the crook of the arms, and the rest were piled up on the waist and abdomen, revealing the covered clothes. The skin with a thin layer of sweat is as crystal clear as jade.

Facing Sheng Junqian's back was the whole wall of French windows, the curtains were only half drawn, and in the thick night, heavy snow fell one after another. For a moment, Zhao Duan thought that Sheng Junqian was from the snow night. Flying from the castle, the vampire imprisoned by his broken wings, with black hair and red lips, is thrillingly beautiful and lively.

Zhao Duan has always been obsessed with his beauty, as handsome as the bright moon, as proud as white snow, worthy of the admiration of thousands of men and women in this world, but it just fell into the mud on his side.

Zhao Duanguang thought of this, and the roots of his ears, which were already red, were so hot that they were smoking.

While he was in a daze, Sheng Junqian's originally confused and unfocused eyes suddenly swept over, with warm friendship at the corners of his brows and eyes, he licked his tiger teeth, with a little pride: "Are you peeking at me?"

Zhao Duan's eyes were red, desire and restraint intertwined, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his fingers gripped the sofa nervously.

"Am I good-looking?"

Sheng Junqian didn't hear the person in front of him speak, he was a little angry, he pressed his fingers heavily on Zhao Duan's lips and rubbed them wantonly, his actions full of lust were innocent and pure.

Zhao Duan was powerless and could only pant slightly in shame and intolerance.

Wrapped by the warm mouth, Sheng Junqian found something interesting again, so he simply stuck his finger in and continued to play with his tongue, and asked academically, "Why are you shaking?"

"Your eyes are so red."

"Are you out of breath?"

"My waist is so tight with your legs."

Zhao Duan became more and more ashamed by what he said, and suddenly let out a muffled snort, short of breath, he arched his waist, and no longer had the courage to look up at those misty eyes with mist, turned his head, and panted heavily with his hands on the sofa.

It's terrifying...

This is embarrassing enough, yet Sheng Junqian stared at him with innocent eyes, and asked innocently and ignorantly:

"Are you feeling bad? Did you pee your pants?"

Zhao Duan's originally sharp eyebrows and eyes were now red and soft, and he pulled his mischievous fingers out of his mouth weakly, bringing out a transparent liquid. He covered his face with his hands, showing no face at all.

Oh shit.

The embarrassment is all lost on this, if you don't do something, you will really suffocate to death.

Thinking of this, Zhao Duan touched Sheng Junqian's abdominal muscles with trembling hands. Just as his fingertips touched his jade-like skin, he was grabbed by the wrist.

Zhao Duan lowered his head, his heart trembled, wouldn't he wake up at this time?

His heart was beating like a drum, and before he could think about it, he felt a tightness around his waist. Sheng Junqian was already drunk and stood barefoot on the wool blanket, and hugged him domineeringly by the waist.

"!!!"

Zhao Duan swayed after him in fear, his toes barely touched the ground.

Sure enough, his premonition was not unreasonable. Sheng Junqian forced himself to walk a few more steps, tripped over his left foot by his right foot, and knocked his head straight to the corner of the coffee table. pain.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet and sulked angrily. Zhao Duan thought it was funny, so he handed over his hand, "Do it again?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt if you blow it."

Sheng Junqian took his blushing hand and blew it to his mouth, and he gave the princess hug for the second time very domineeringly.

He was limp from drunk and wanted to be brave. Fortunately, there was a thick wool carpet on the floor, and the two of them fell on the floor three times before reaching the bedroom.

Sheng Junqian threw Zhao Duan on the bed, clapped his hands when he was done, jumped on the spot, and then jumped up with open arms, Zhao Duan's old waist was almost broken by him.

He gritted his teeth and glared at the little bastard in front of him: "Hey, Sheng Junqian, I knew you were such a ghost after drinking too much. I would pour wine on you the first day I saw you."

Sheng Junqian didn't know what he was talking about at all, while taking off his clothes, he pushed up and moved randomly: "It's so uncomfortable..."

"!!!"

Zhao Duan's breathing froze suddenly, and he was very excited about Sheng Junqian's reaction because of himself, but he was in a dilemma. He still deeply remembered what Sheng Junqian had said, and he hated such dirty activities.

What now?

Does he still hate himself?

Zhao Duan didn't expect the drunk man in front of him to give an answer, he froze for a second, his brain was in a mess, obviously he just wanted to confess his confession, why did he suddenly get on the highway?

Is it so fucking difficult to talk about a pure love?

Confused, Zhao Duan's movements were not controlled by his brain at all. When he realized it, he had already lifted the quilt and covered the heads of the two. It was the first time he did this in his 30s. I couldn't help cursing myself for taking advantage of others in my heart beating like a drum.

Zhao Duan couldn't see Sheng Junqian's expression at this time, but he could feel his excitement. He pulled his hair with great strength, his breathing was broken, and he was obviously unconscious, but he still called out from his hoarse magnetic voice. his name:

"Zhao Duan..."

that moment.

Even if no one touched him, Zhao Duan was short of breath with him, and his mind went blank.

I'm afraid it's worth dying on this little bastard.

long after it's over.

Zhao Duan still hid under the quilt and could not come out, neither of them spoke, only heavy breathing and faster and faster heartbeats remained in the dark and narrow space.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound.

The quilt was opened a slit, and a ray of light came in. Zhao Duan, who was stunned in place, was touched on the head, and then he realized that Sheng Junqian had knelt down in front of him at some point, groping to get close to him and kiss him. .

Zhao Duan suddenly remembered what he had swallowed just now, and returned to his rationality, pushed him away in a panic, stumbled with his left foot and rushed into the bathroom, almost tripping over the cups thrown on the carpet on the way, and soon there was a loud noise. sound of water.

After Zhao Duan brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, he took ice water and washed his face several times. His neck was red to the face, especially his ears were so red that he was about to bleed. If he didn't know that Sheng Junqian was unconscious now, he would never have the courage to go out.

Even so, he dawdled for a long time before entering the bedroom.

Sheng Junqian's cheeks were flushed, and he was holding the quilt and staring blankly at the door. When he saw him coming, his eyes suddenly lit up, like a child who found a new toy.

He hooked his hands at Zhao Duan and stared at him with wet eyes: "Come here quickly."

Zhao Duan passed obediently, and Sheng Junqian put the quilt on him, kneeled down, lifted the quilt and crawled in.

Zhao Duan: "!!!"

The light came in through the cracks of the quilt, Sheng Junqian bent down, and Zhao Duan could even see him licking his little tiger teeth.

Fuck, dying, dying, dying!

Zhao Duan almost gritted his teeth, shook his hands and pulled the man out of the quilt, with a hoarse voice: "Baby, that's enough, I'm going to die if I get you drunk like this, if you really do it, you will kill me tomorrow No."

Sheng Junqian held out his finger stubbornly: "I only drank a little, I'm not drunk."

Zhao Duan wrapped his fist with his palm in a funny way, "Then tell me, who am I?"

Sheng Junqian shook his head, tapped his nose lightly with his fingertips: "You are, you are—"

"Ugly boyfriend!"

"You are a cheapskate, drink cold water!"

"You are Doraemon!"

Sheng Junqian cried suddenly, he was in a daze, expressionless, with tears streaming down his face.

Zhao Duan took out a tissue in a panic and wiped his tears: "What's wrong with you?"

Sheng Junqian was aggrieved and shouted loudly: "My Doraemon is dead!"

Zhao Duan thought it was funny, and asked his child thinking, "Huh??? How did you die?"

Sheng Junqian continued to cry silently: "I ate it."

Zhao Duan froze when he wiped his tears: ah?What the hell is this dark fairy tale.

Sheng Junqian burst into tears, and patted his flat abdomen with his hand: "How are you doing in my stomach? I don't know if you digested it. I'm going to the toilet..."

He struggled to get out of bed and almost fell down again, Zhao Duan pulled him back and held him in his arms: "What are you doing in the toilet?"

Sheng Junqian is still struggling: "I want to pull out Doraemon!"

Zhao Duan: ...

Waiting for Sheng Junqian to sit on the toilet and think for half an hour, Zhao Duan took a bath for him, changed all the sheets and quilts without complaint, and fed him a small cup of hangover tea to stop going crazy.

Sheng Junqian, who was sitting on the bed and not going crazy, looked quite normal, his eyes downcast and indifferent, like a cold and exquisite jade carving.

An ominous feeling suddenly emerged, Zhao Duan was a little afraid that he would not admit it when he woke up, so he squeezed his arm and shook it, and whispered in his ear: "I am Zhao Duan."

"Yeah." Sheng Junqian looked up to see Zhao Duan, held him in his arms, rested his chin on his shoulder, and played with his fingers.

Seeing that his eyes were wet and covered with fog, Zhao Duan said boldly: "You remember, I, Xi—"

He expressed his confession word by word, very seriously, even if Sheng Junqian will forget everything tomorrow, he hopes that at a certain point, because of something, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Duan once expressed his love to him with all his heart Pass.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Sheng Junqian raised his hand to answer, "I know, your washing machine works very well."

Zhao Duan was at a loss for words for a while, some wondered if he did it on purpose, pinched his earlobe, "No, I like you."

Sheng Junqian said indifferently.

Zhao Duan tugged at his face angrily: "Just oh, no?"

"But you're dead." Sheng Junqian was in a daze, pushed Zhao Duan away with great strength from nowhere, walked to the window on his own, stood on the storage cabinet, and leaned half of his body out of the window , pointing to the thick layer of snow on the ground and said: "When you died, you fell in front of me, a lot, a lot of blood..."

Zhao Duan wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, startled by his sudden move, and said hoarsely: "I'm not dead, it's not a good thing, can you come down first?"

Sheng Junqian refused, he shook his body to get rid of the burden of Zhao Duan, then leaned out a little more, stretched out his hand to catch a palm of snowflakes, let the snow melt between his fingers, his eyes were colder than snow, " Are you scared?"

"Afraid." Zhao Duan held his cold hand on his chest, snow water flowed from the place where the two of them joined together, and his heart beat violently after a second of stagnation.

Zhao Duan didn't know what Sheng Junqian was talking about, but the scene he described seemed to have been seen in a dream. Through the thick black fog, he looked at Sheng Junqian from afar, and it was not love that surged in his heart, but ignorance. Where did the hatred come from.

"Sheng Junqian..."

Zhao Duan was forced to bear the hatred without knowing it, but he couldn't bear to hate Sheng Junqian, so he could only turn it into unwillingness and possessiveness. With both arms, he squeezed the person in his arms tightly, and took a deep breath. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid of death."

He said for Zhao Duan in the dream: "I also hate it to death..."

"Then you remember." Sheng Junqian pushed him away, still standing on a high place, pressing his head on his chest, "Then you remember, I am also very afraid, afraid of death, I have been doing it for a long time nightmare."

Zhao Duan found that he subconsciously refused to nod, so he just let Sheng Junqian hold him in a daze, listening to his strong heartbeat.

After a long time, the temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom was gradually taken over by the cold wind. Sheng Junqian, who was shirtless, sneezed fiercely. Zhao Duan hurriedly closed the window, but when he turned around, he saw the little bastard who had caused a mess with his bare feet. run.

Zhao Duanhong grabbed him hard with eyes full of gloom: "Where are you going?"

Sheng Junqian looked at him, hammered his head and realized: "I'm looking for my wallet."

Zhao Duan let go of his wrist only to realize that the excessive action just now left a red mark on his wrist, and said annoyedly, "I'll get it for you."

He walked to the living room, handed over the wallet, and put Sheng Junqian in his pajamas by the way.

Sheng Junqian opened the wallet, took out a red paper bag from it, and handed it to him, "Hey, this is a safety amulet, please wear it carefully, I have agreed with the Buddha, and he will bless you."

Zhao Duan held the safety talisman in his hand, wanted to use force but dared not, and stuck it heavily on his heart, thinking of something, mockingly smiled: "Buddha will not bless me."

Sheng Junqian looked at him very stubbornly: "Then I will bless you, I will bless you, you can be afraid, you can be sad, you can be sad, but you must never give up."

Zhao Duan squeezed the small paper bag tightly and asked him, "Why?"

After being drunk, Sheng Junqian would not lie, so he was very serious and said seriously: "Because my heart hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts when I think about it, it hurts when I have nightmares, and it hurts even more when I see you."

"Fool."

Zhao Duan has not shed tears for a long time, even if he is sad, he only needs to smoke cigarettes one by one and drink bottle by bottle, and there will be many things waiting for him to do the next day, and he will naturally forget the sadness .

But in front of Sheng Junqian, a child in his 20s gave him a sense of security that he had never had before. The iron wall that Zhao Duan built outside collapsed instantly, and his eyes were red. He was not sad or wronged, but in tears.

Seeing his grief and indignation, Sheng Junqian thought he was a little ashamed of the big man crying, so he gave him a hug, "Cry, I won't laugh at you."

With a hug and a gentle word, all Zhao Duan's grievances were suddenly highlighted.

What he talked about most in a muffled voice was when he was young, which was perhaps the most beautiful and hopeful period in his past life.

His father was a barbarian, and his mother was a rude rural woman, but she loved this man very much. She liked his knowledge and thought that he was different from those mud-legged people in the village. She spent all her savings and worked several jobs to support him. man reading.

The man was very upbeat, and he was the number one student in the college entrance examination that year.

But when he came back with a dream of a bright future, the ignorant woman believed the gossip of the villagers and was bewitched. She tore up the man's admission notice and threatened him to stay in the village by crying, making trouble and hanging himself.

There is no way for the man to stay.

Because of Zhao Duan.

The man was very gentle at first. He was a teacher in the village, and everyone knew that he was the number one student in the college entrance examination. Xiao Zhao Duan was the center of everyone's surroundings since he was a child.

He said that he wanted to be a scientist, a lawyer, a big boss, and Ultraman, and no one would believe it.

After all, he has such a powerful father.

Until one day, the man finally couldn't stand this rude home and never returned.

The woman would only cry at first, and then hit Xiao Zhao Duan, as if as long as he cried, the man would come back.

Day by day, not for long actually.

Only one year, the woman's love lasted only one year, and she was abducted by a foreigner.

After that, Zhao Duan had nothing but his seriously ill grandma.

When Zhao Duan said this, he didn't feel heavy, he didn't even have any hatred, and his heart was extremely peaceful, as if everything had fallen into Sheng Junqian's pajama shoulders with the tears after the first cry he had just cried , leaving only a wet mark that disappears quickly.

But he enjoyed the feeling of being coaxed, and he grabbed Sheng Junqian's hand a little unreasonably and said, "Why is no one looking for me? I'm also No. 1 in the exam. If I'm still in school, maybe it will be yours." Teacher, I wrote all the papers you read!"

"I want you." Sheng Junqian did not judge his illiterate self-confidence, patted him on the back like coaxing a child,

"I want you, I'll teach you what you want to learn, okay?"

"What kind of a champion is he in the college entrance examination, but I am the champion in XX province, and I am better than him."

"You are also the champion, and you are the champion who can cry the most."

Zhao Duan sobbed and choked for a while, knowing that he was in such a mess now, he didn't dare to look up even if he was crying too hard.

Sheng Junqian looked helpless:

He can really cry.

Does he still have a runny nose? !

Hey, forget it, anyway, his washing machine works very well.

The next day, Zhao Duan was woken up by the sun. No one would have thought that there was such a heavy snowfall last night when they saw the sun in the morning.

Zhao Duan vaguely remembered that he was tired from crying and fell asleep in Sheng Junqian's arms. Thinking of this, he regretted it, scratched his hair hard, and wished he could go out and howl.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh what a great opportunity last night, he cried like a ghost, Sheng Junqian would not be willing to refuse what he asked for, why did he just fall asleep?Um? ?pig?

He is still a little uncomfortable. On the one hand, he hopes that Sheng Junqian will forget what happened yesterday, and more importantly, he hopes that he will remember that embarrassment is only temporary, and it is not easy to chase after losing someone.

Zhao Duan went out slowly, and Sheng Junqian sat neatly at the dining table, with simple sandwiches and hot milk on the table.

He propped his chin with one hand, tapped the table with the other hand, and stared at the marble clock in the center of the living room with a solemn expression, to ensure that the beating frequency was the same as the second hand.

Zhao Duan coughed lightly, and Sheng Junqian woke up from his contemplation. He said with a natural expression, "Let's eat. I see that you still have some things in the refrigerator, so I just made it."

Zhao Duan was not as calm as him. Being stared at like this, he could eat something that could have been eaten in two or three mouthfuls, but it made him feel like eating a big meal slowly.

After he finished eating, Sheng Junqian handed over the milk: "No, it's a little hot, it should be just right for you to drink."

"Oh." I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Sheng Junqian touched his fingertips, and the cold touch made him tremble, something was wrong...

I kissed and hugged him yesterday, and I did more than half of what I shouldn't have done. Why did Sheng Junqian treat him no differently from before?

Zhao Duan absent-mindedly sipped the milk, could it be that Sheng Junqian had two personalities in his body?

Drunk is his body?

Thinking wildly until after eating and washing the dishes, Sheng Junqian was about to go out, Zhao Duan still couldn't hold back, and leaned forward with an old face, pointed to the side of his face, and closed his eyes in shame and embarrassment.

Roaring in my heart: Hurry up!Don't take pity on my delicate flower!up!

Sheng Junqian blocked the laughter that was about to overflow with the back of his hand, coughed lightly, and showed doubts on his face: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Duan grabbed his collar ferociously, "Shouldn't you kiss me when you go out? How do you talk about it? Are you in love?"

"Dating?" Sheng Junqian was even more surprised, pointing to himself, then to Zhao Duan: "Are we? When did it happen?"

He looked embarrassed again: "Did I drink too much to do something?"

Zhao Duan was panicked and furious, feeling that he was eaten up by a scumbag and thrown into the ice cave, he was furious, "Did you fucking forget?"

"Sorry." Sheng Junqian let him tug on the collar, full of guilt, "I usually only dare to drink a little, and I don't know what it's like to drink too much, please forgive me if I do something rude. "

Forgive your mother!

Zhao Duan still had a little hope, and asked with a trembling voice: "Do you want to admit it after eating it all?"

"I really don't remember..." Sheng Junqian is simply a scumbag now, "If you insist on me being responsible, I can't, but you have to tell me what I did before we can proceed. Compensation negotiations will follow."

Zhao Duan was really angry.

Really fried.

At first I thought it was a love affair, and I did all kinds of embarrassing things, and even my eyes were swollen from crying, so it was all a fucking mess?

Still negotiating compensation?

I care about the three melons in your pocket!

I want you this person, do you pay for it?ah!

Zhao Duan didn't have any face in front of Sheng Junqian at first, so he simply broke the can and tried to exaggerate the matter and said that Lai would also Lai Sheng Junqian for the rest of his life.

He grabbed his collar with one hand, and stretched out his fist with the other hand to shake in front of Sheng Junqian, like a king of the mountain about to force a marriage.

No, the King of the Mountain is not as miserable as him, and a little girl whose feelings are being played with is more suitable.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You raped me! Forced him!"

"I'm bleeding like a river, I tell you to stop and stop, I don't know how to use lubricants, I don't wear condoms, I don't know how to do foreplay, why are you so ruthless when you look at the gentle and restrained sex?"

"I don't care, I can't move now, you are fucking responsible!"

Sheng Junqian asked him with great interest: "How do I fuck you? What position do I use?"

Looking at Zhao Duan's red face, Sheng Junqian's image of a scumbag became even more clumsy, and he fiddled with the hand holding his collar casually: "Didn't you resist? You see, you are much stronger than me, I want to strengthen you It should be easy to push me away and beat me up, right?"

Zhao Duan was so angry that he lost his voice.

"It's not you who seduced me, right? It's because of an honest person like me." Sheng Junqian stretched out a hand to pinch Zhao Duan's chin, and whispered in his ear, "It's said that it will hurt if you accept it. Did you cry?"

"Crying for your mother." Zhao Duan shook off his hand and looked at him fiercely, wanting to punch him but reluctant.

"Oh." Sheng Junqian tried hard to break his hand that was holding his collar, expressionless, "Didn't you say it? Look right, a one-night stand is okay, so why take it seriously."

one night stand.

Don't take it seriously.

These two sentences fell from the sky, smashing Zhao Duan's courage and self-importance that he had gathered with great difficulty.

Zhao Duan stood where he was, his eyes were full of gloom, and his eyes were red. Just when Sheng Junqian thought he was going to punch him and planned to quickly beg for mercy and give him a hug, Zhao Duan let go of him and turned his head suddenly. , punched the wall, pointed at the door, and said coldly: "You're fucking playing with me, aren't you, get out!"

He shouldn't have hope, he shouldn't think that Sheng Junqian will be different from his talented father, he has money and power, what kind of person can't be found, what kind of true love is there when he is over 30.

Play to death.

How did it become a joke?

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Zhao Duan felt ashamed.

In the next second, someone hugged his back and pinched his neck flatteringly, and Sheng Junqian's low laughter was next to his ear, "Be my boyfriend, okay?"

Zhao Duan was so dazed that he didn't dare to turn around, as if he had been struck by lightning, he stood still and didn't dare to turn around.

Sheng Junqian said, "I lied to you just now."

He pinched Zhao Duan's face, feeling that this person seemed to be frozen, wondering if he was going too far, and explained in a soft voice: "Do you remember the first time we met? You don't even know who I am I know, it's a one-night stand."

He touched Zhao Duan's hand that hit the wall again, and felt that he was not hurt or bleeding, so he said aggrievedly: "I'm stingy and Bara remembers it so far, I'm afraid I wasn't the one who went in that day."

"Fuck you Sheng Junqian! Do you think everyone has such a goddamn face like you!" Zhao Duan finally came to his senses, clenched his fist and smashed it. He looked fierce and wanted to kill, but in fact he smashed it. With only a pinch of strength in his body, he said the most fierce words and punched the softest punches.

Sheng Junqian easily held his fist and rubbed his face: "Then tell me now, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Zhao Duan was driven from hell to heaven by him, and he once again realized how preoccupied this man is.

He gritted his teeth tightly, tears were almost held back: "Sheng Junqian, are you kidding me again?"

Sheng Junqian held his face and made him look at himself: "No, I will treat you well, and I will always want you."

Zhao Duan said "roll" on the tip of his tongue a few times, and finally squatted on the ground covering his face and laughed.

Sheng Junqian squatted on the ground with him, feeling that he was not smiling, but secretly wiping tears, so he poked him on the back.

"The washing machine at home is better than mine."

Zhao Duan was about to annoy him to death, and said in a muffled voice, "Hello, you are the best!"

When Zhao Duan regained his strength, he began to try to deal with Sheng Junqian again. He was reluctant to say heavy words, and the effect of a heavy punch was not as good as a small punch to the chest. In the end, Sheng Junqian saw that he was squatting on the ground and was about to grow mushrooms. He picked it up and threw it on the bed.

Zhao Duan immediately changed his posture, angrily pressed Sheng Junqian under him and scratched his waist, wanting to kiss him, but dared not.

After all, Sheng Junqian drank too much yesterday, but now he is Niu Colu, a cleanser, a cheapskate Sheng Junqian. Zhao Duan was afraid that the virus in his saliva would spoil his good mood, so he could only rua his hair vigorously, messing it up. hair messed up.

Sheng Junqian was trapped in the fluffy white duvet, his hair was disheveled, he squinted his eyes and smiled lazily, and let him bully him with a pampering face. Seeing that he was about to be late, he rolled over and pressed him under him. To be honest, Without alcohol, he was too embarrassed to kiss.

The two were stunned for a while.

Sheng Junqian quickly kissed his lips.

"I am leaving."

Sheng Junqian tidied his clothes in front of the mirror, and Zhao Duan realized that he was wearing his own clothes, his heart was numb like an electric shock, his toes were slightly curled up, and he had a childish sense of accomplishment like a puppy scratching the ground.

Turning his head, he saw the clothes he washed yesterday hanging on the balcony.

Will Sheng Junqian change it when he sees it?

People who are in love lack a string in their brains. Zhao Duan immediately wanted to run to the balcony to hide his clothes. He ran too fast and felt guilty. Instead, he almost tripped over the shoes on the ground. Sheng Junqian hurriedly caught him. own clothes on the balcony.

He pursed his lips and smiled: "I don't think it's dry."

Obviously the washing machine comes with a dryer.

"Well." Zhao Duan got up from his arms in embarrassment, "shall I see you off?"

Sheng Junqian pressed the end of his eyes, "Does it hurt? Go look in the mirror yourself."

"..." I don't need to take a photo to know what kind of ghost I look like now.

Zhao Duan immediately changed the subject, "Then tell me after class, I'll pick you up...will you come tonight?"

Ah, so many embarrassments...

"I boiled eggs, you apply it yourself." Sheng Junqian pursed his lips, looked at him, and said embarrassedly, "Then can I live in your house?"

Yes, super yes, super invincible circles can!

Zhao Duan's heart exploded, and he nodded reservedly, "Yes, I will go back to the dormitory with you tonight to pack things."

"Yeah." Sheng Junqian was about to open the door, but he couldn't help but want to turn his head. When he remembered that he still had self-control, his hand was already on Zhao Duan's neck, and his warm fingertips gently Squeezed and said softly: "No smoking, you can video with me when you want to smoke."

"What about candy? I don't smoke, can I eat candy?" Zhao Duan's ears turned red after being kneaded by him, and he couldn't help making a comfortable moan.

Sheng Junqian froze, as if he had eaten all the sugar...

He coughed lightly: "It's not good to eat candy, it's best to see me."

"Yeah." Zhao Duan was deeply hurt by his jealousy, and he didn't mention anything about candy, that is, when everyone is here, what kind of candy do you eat?Chatting with Sheng Junqian is not fun, or is the video not good-looking?

Finally, after kissing innocently, Sheng Junqian managed to leave the house.

As soon as he sat in the taxi, he received Zhao Duan's pitiful expression: "I miss you."

Sheng Junqian smiled, his brows became more lingering, and he tapped the screen with his fingers to reply to his message: "You lie on the window and look out."

"!!!"

Did Sheng Junqian ask for leave for himself?

Zhao Duan hurriedly pulled up his slippers and leaned over to look at the window. He saw a half-person tall snowman standing on the snow in front of the bedroom, with tomato eyes and two lines of cucumber tears flowing under the eyes.

He was holding a sign in his hand that read: Crying Champion.

Zhao Duan: "..."

Damn, I want to build an ice cave to freeze, and I will be buried with me when I die.

There was another ding.

Little Bodhisattva: I don't have my photos on my phone, only yours.

A photo is attached below.

Zhao Duan was trapped in the fluffy down quilt, only his face was exposed, his eyes were red, and he was holding Sheng Junqian's clothes tightly with his hands. He looked fierce, but he was in a deep sleep.

Little Bodhisattva: This one is not blurred.

Little Bodhisattva: It can be used as a screensaver.

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Today's no-prize quiz: Guess when Xiao Sheng became sober.

Regarding the death of Doraemon, I think you have forgotten that Xiao Sheng ate up a lot of blue fat joint junk food he bought last time in order to commemorate his youth that may have passed away before he even started.

Easter eggs:

After the two lived together, the entire room was replaced by pairs of blue fat men.

Sheng Junqian laughed at how Zhao Duan, a 32-year-old president, would like such a childish cartoon character.

Zhao Duan asked back: Don't you like it?

Sheng Junqian: Why don't you like staring at the blue fat man in the little girl's hand?

Zhao Duan: That interview is too boring, even if there are red fat people, yellow fat people, and pink fat people, as long as it is not the host, I will stare at it.

Sheng Junqian: ...Wow.

Zhao Duan went up to bite his ear: but I like it very much now, from the moment you blindfolded and fed it to my mouth.

Sheng Junqian had a weird desire to win: I liked it earlier.

感谢在2020-08-0522：38：00～2020-08-0620：53：51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xu Nuanyan is old;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Mu Yao Tingxue; 5 bottles of Kai Ge is My White Moonlight; 2 bottles of Azhu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!